Foolish Heart

I see the stars swim in your eyes,
Not in their sparkling-splendored grace,
But ancient wisdom shining through
Pools of compassion that displace
Distrust and anger with a glow
That penetrates my pyrite heart
And melts it into liquid gold
So fool and I can finally part.

You’ve surrendered to compassion and wisdom…doesn’t seem romatic love to me, seems deeper and fool is past experience? Like how the poem flows and it gives me a feeling of something beautiful and opening and growth.

My feet fall asleep all the time. The fool is the part of you that clings to the past and is afraid to trust because of its experiences, like you stated in your first comment and here again in “the ever wary heart”. It does not have to be about romantic love, although it is most easily construed that way. 🙂

Ah, sweet surrender, to lay down the foolish weapons and to give and be taken fully! Beautifully penned, elegantly lean yet rich and replete with that secret inner knowledge that only experience can provide. Thanks for sharing!